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(I dedicate this story to Deborah Ford who has given me much encouragement. I am frantically trying to finish "Dana's Revenge" and "My Life in a Cage".) The Student Becomes the Teacher By Tweak "Well, we have finally come to the end of another school year. I, for my part, cannot wait to begin my summer vacation. I plan on having a very relaxing summer slowly traveling across the United States. I realize that for many of you your vacation will be quite a bit shortened thanks to Summer School. I did all I could to help you pass, but you know there is only so much a teacher can do," I said to the class. "Like hell he tried to help us," I heard Stacey whisper to Michelle. "He's a bastard all right. I have to go to Summer School before I can get my diploma," Michelle whispered back. "I wish there..." Stacey began to reply before I chimed in. "May I help you two girls? Is there something you would like to share with the whole class?" "No," Stacey sheepishly replied. "Excuse me Ms. Sharp," I said. "You haven't graduated yet. Have you forgotten how to properly address your teachers?" "No Sir." Stacey immediately replied. "That's better, young lady. And by the way do not forget that you have an appointment with me after class." I said. With that the bell rang and the students filed out slowly giving me a dirty look as they passed, but I knew they dared not voice their true feelings for I still had the power of their grade in my hands. As Stacey walked past my desk I stopped her. "Remember to keep your appointment this evening. You still remember the time and place, don't you?" I asked "Yes Sir." was all Stacey replied before her and Michelle walked out past me. Later that evening while at home I received a phone call 30 minutes before Stacey should have arrived. "Mr. Parker this is Stacey. I was wondering if it would be okay if Michelle came along as well this evening?" "Did you explain to her what would be expected?" I said. "I did Sir. And she said that she would do anything to stay our of Summer School." "Very well, bring her along. And don't be late." Thirty minutes later, exactly at 8:00 p.m. Stacey and Michelle arrived at my door. I opened the door and they came inside and immediately went into the living room where they stood there waiting for my instructions. "Good evening, Ladies. How nice it is to have two lovely young ladies grace my presence. Am I to understand Ms. Peters that Ms. Sharp has explained to you what is required this evening?" I asked Michelle. "She has Sir." Michelle replied. "You two girls are the lucky ones. While the rest of your failing classmates sit in Summer School you will be free to enjoy your summer vacation uninterrupted. And remember that if you do not follow my instructions to the letter you will be joining them. And don't for a moment think about turning me in. I have been a respected teacher for 15 years with a spotless record, or so the administration thinks, and both of you are nothing more than poor trailer trash. If push came to shove I am sure that I would be believed and you would probably never get your diplomas. Am I understood?" "Yes Mr. Parker." both girls said in unison. "The first thing I want you to do is remove your coats." I said. When they removed their coats I see that they had both done as instructed. They were both dressed like little school girls with the plaid skirts, white knee-high stockings, black paten shoes and white blouses tied around their waists. They looked like Britney in her video. "The first thing I would like you young ladies to do is dance for me in a most seductive way," I said. Both girls began, slowly at first, to move their legs and sway their hips, but as time went on they both really got into it. "Now I would like you to fondle each other in a very erotic way." Stacey immediately moved over to Michelle and began running her hands up and down her slender body stopping long enough to cup her breasts into her hands. "Now go down on her Ms. Sharp," I said. Stacey began to squat down and lifted Michelle's skirt revealing matching plaid panties but as she did so Michelle inched away. "Is there a problem Ms. Sharp? I thought you told me that Ms. Peters was willing to cooperate. Were you lying to me? That wouldn't be good?" I said in an arrogant voice. "No Sir, there is no problem," Stacey replied. "Come on, Michelle, you can do this. Just stay calm and think of something else if you have to," I heard Stacey say to Michelle. "Why does he make us do this?" Michelle replied. "I will answer that for you Ms. Peters," I quickly interjected. "I make you do nothing. You are free to stop right now and go home if you like. You are 18 years old and are considered an adult. You, as I understand it, freely chose to come here with Ms. Sharp in exchange for a passing grade. I am here to accommodate you if you accommodate me. They call that 'quid pro quo' but I wouldn't expect you to understand such things. Translated into English it means 'this for that'. I'd you do 'this' for me then I will do 'that' for you. Practically speaking, in this case, it means if you do as I say the rest of this evening then I will give you a passing grade. Is that understood Ms. Peters?" "Yes Sir," Michelle answered with a quiver in her voice. "Now where were we? I do believe I asked Ms. Sharp to go down on Ms. Peters. Then let's take it from there. You may begin again Ms. Sharp," I said. As Stacey went down on Michelle I could tell that Michelle was very uncomfortable with what was happening but that only added to my pleasure. As Stacey lifted her short skirt and pulled her plaid panties down I could see Michelle fighting the urge to run. I instructed Michelle to lay on the floor so that Stacey could better eat her pussy. Stacey completed removed Michelle's panties and buried her face deep within Michelle's mound. "Ladies, ladies let's act like you are enjoying this. Let me hear some noise if you don't mind." A few minutes later Michelle began to moan as Stacey ate her pussy and rubbed her clit. Fifteen minutes later Michelle exploded, or at least put on a pretty good show. "It's time to switch ladies. I now want you Ms. Peters to do the same to Ms. Sharp. But before you begin I would like each of you to remove your blouses and bras. The only things I want you wearing are your high heels and stockings. Now let's begin." I could tell that Michelle was very uncomfortable with going down on Stacey. She was very tentative as she licked Stacey's pussy, but with encouraging words from Stacey she soon began with greater earnest. Fifteen minutes later, Stacey, too, exploded in a violent orgasm. "Good job ladies. The pre-show is now complete. Now that you are both warmed up let's get to the main event. Michelle I would like you to come over and unzip my pants and pull out my cock and start sucking on it. Begin nice and slow. You two girls already got me pretty hot and I don't want to cum too soon. You may begin," I said as I motioned to Michelle to come over. She slowly moved toward me and fell to her knees and slowly began to unzip my pants and as she reached for my throbbing cock I could feel her hands shaking. "That's okay Ms. Peters you aren't the first young lady to tremble in anticipation of sucking my cock," I mockingly said. "I can't do this," I heard Michelle whisper. "Have I taught you nothing Ms. Peters? You 'can't' do it or you 'won't' do it? Our language is very precise Ms. Peters and I will not tolerate people using it improperly. The reason you are in the position you are is because you failed to properly understand these distinctions. I believe you 'can' do what I have asked you to do, but if you 'will' do it or not is entirely up to you. What will it be Ms. Peters my cock or summer school?" With that said Michelle removed my cock from my pants and slowly started to lick up and down my shaft. She played with my cock for a few minutes before I gave the ladies their next instructions. "Ms. Sharp I would now like you to come over here and join Ms. Peters. And as you both suck my cock I want to hear you tell me how wonderful it is. You know that it is not always good to keep your feelings inside. Don't worry ladies, I am quite modest. I assure you that you will not be the firsts to compliment my cock. So let's begin." Stacey came over and knelt next to Michelle and they simultaneously stroked and licked my cock. "Mr. Parker, your cock is so huge!" Stacey said "This is what a man's cock should be like," Michelle said. "I have never seen a cock as beautiful as yours, Mr. Parker," Stacey acknowledged. Stacey and Michelle continued to stroke both my ego and my cock for some time until I felt myself getting close to exploding myself. I then ordered Stacey to lie on the couch while I stood up and removed my pants. I then lay on top of Stacey and fucked her furiously until I came a few moments later. I then sat up on the couch and instructed Stacey to walk across the room and sit in my overstuffed chair with her legs straddling each arm of the chair. "Ms. Peters I would now like you to crawl over and lick Ms. Sharp's pussy clean. I would not want my living room being stained, would I," I said in a mocking tone. I could see the hesitation on Michelle's face and the anger in Stacey's. "What are we waiting for Ms. Peters? I don't know how long your friend Ms. Sharp will be able to keep all my cum inside her. It was a substantial amount to be sure. If you don't do as I say then all this will have been for naught. I will give you ten seconds to decide. If you do as I say then you are finished for the evening and you and Ms. Sharp can enjoy the rest of your summer, if not then you each can enjoy six weeks of Summer school. What will it be?" Michelle slowly started to crawl toward Stacey and I could tell that Stacey was fighting hard to hold my load inside her. Michelle slowly approached Stacey's open pussy and put her lips on Stacey's pussy lips. "Ms. Peters I believe that some sucking action will be required," I said. Michelle slowly and gently began to suck on Stacey's pussy and I could tell by the contractions of her body and the contortions on her face that she had finally began to taste my cum mixed with Stacey's juices. "Can she please stop Mr. Parker," Stacey begged me. "Of course she can." I immediately replied. "Thank you, thank you," Stacey said as Michelle lifted her head away from Stacey's pussy. "But if she does you are both going to Summer School," I replied. "But you said she could stop," Stacey said puzzled. "Ms. Sharp you are suffering from the same deficiency in the English language as your friend Ms. Peters," I said. "You asked me if she 'could' please stop and I said she could. The proper question should have been, 'May she please stop?' That would be asking for my permission to stop." "May she please stop, Mr. Parker?" Stacey pleaded. "Only when she is finished with her task at hand Ms. Sharp. You both need to learn the value of seeing a task though to completion. Now please resume your task Ms. Peters." Michelle reluctantly began sucking Stacey's pussy again. It took her another 3 minutes before I was satisfied that she had consumed all of my cum from her pussy. "Ms. Peters and Ms. Sharp you have both officially passed my class with 'D's'. I hope that in the future you will remember the lessons I have taught you during the year and especially this evening. Goodnight ladies." Michelle and Stacey quickly gathered their clothing and left my house as hastily as they could. As I saw them run out of my house still half-naked I could only smile at the control I had over my students. The rest of the week I enjoyed the free time I had and was happy to be away from the daily grind of school. School did have its advantages though, as was demonstrated in Stacey and Michelle. The following Monday I purposely went by school early in the morning to see the students who had to go to Summer School arrive for their first day of classes. I wanted to see their faces as they began their 6 weeks of hell. Later that afternoon I decided to take a detour to a place that I had always dreamt about visiting. I love being the one in control, but just once I wanted to know what it felt like to be the one controlled. I was curious to visit the other side of the coin. I drove past, several times, a local establishment that catered to such needs. I debated in my head over and over if I really wanted to do this, but I knew that I had little choice if I did not want my own curiosity to drive me crazy. I finally parked my car in back and went in the side door. There a formidable lady dressed in black greeted me. "May I help you," she inquired "Yes," I said nervously. " I would like to... I was wondering if... Is this the place..." "Is this your first time to a place like this?" She asked. "It is," I replied. "What brought you here?" She asked "I would like to be controlled," I blurted out. "So you would like to be dominated by a woman?" She slowly and deliberately said. "Yes, I would. I would like to experience what it's like to not be in control. I am usually the one who controls and I would like to experience the other side." I said in reply. "So you have been the dominating one in previous relationships?" She asked "Not in the sense of S&M, but, yes, I have been the controlling party in all of my relationships." "We will be more that happy to accommodate your wish if you so desire. An hour with a Mistress will cost you $200, two hours will cost $350 and an entire afternoon/evening will be $600. Do you know which you would prefer?" "Let's begin with two hours. I want to take this slowly." "Of course." she said. "When would you like to begin?" "Now if I may," I said. "You may. There are a few papers you need to sign first." She said. The first paper I signed was merely me agreeing to pay them $350 and that I wouldn't hold them responsible for any physical harm I may experience due to a medical condition such as a weak heart or other chronic condition. The second paper was more ominous and it read: I, John Parker, hereby, freely, of my own accord, and without reservation give permission for a Mistress to dominate and control me in any manner she sees fit. While under her control she can use whatever means necessary to make me comply with her demands. If, for whatever reason, I should decide to end the session I must speak my 'safeword' at which time She will set me free and the session will be over with no refund given for the time remaining. I contemplated if I should sign this second paper, but I finally decided that the worst that could happen is that I am out $350. So I signed each paper and handed them back to the lady at the desk. "You will now address me as 'Madam' and you will be addressed as 'slave' is that understood?" She said with a command in her voice. "Yes, Madam." I quickly replied. She led me through a large wood door and down a flight of stairs and through several corridors until she motioned me into a small room. She ordered me to remove all of my clothes and to put on what had been laid out. She then abruptly left and slammed the door behind her. As I perused the room it was very stark except for a wooden table and various restraining devices upon the wall. I slowly took off my clothes and put on the clothes that had been left for me. These only consisted of a black thong that looked like a jock strap, but there was no pouch in front to hold my cock, so my balls and dick just hung out; and a collar, which said 'slave' across it. I then rested against the table waiting for someone to return. A few moments later the door swung open and a short lady with brunette hair strolled in. She was about 5'1" and probably weighed only 100 pounds. She was dressed in a leather contraption that wrapped around her body like a harness of some sort. There was a thin leather strap covering her pussy and her ample breasts were protruding from the top part of the harness. She also had a riding crop in her hand and she came in flailing it. "On your knees worm," She said as she struck me with the riding crop. "Who gave you permission to lean against the table or to even stand in the presence of your Mistress? I am Mistress Kara and you will behave like a proper slave in my presence, is that clear?" I quickly dropped to my knees and replied, "Yes Mistress Kara." The sting from the riding crop was real and it smarted but it was way too early to back out now. I was determined to get my $350 worth. "I will be your goddess for the next two hours you pathetic worm. If you cannot stand your pitiful position you safe word will be 'rumplestielskin'. If you invoke that word, however, our session will be over and you will be asked to leave immediately. Is that clear?" "Yes Mistress Kara, I understand." "Then turn around and face that wall and put your hands behind your back," she commanded. I did as I was told and quickly felt a pair of handcuffs attached to my wrists. A larger set of cuffs was attached to my ankles. Mistress Kara then told me to stand and turn around to face her. She quickly grabbed my balls and attached a leather slipknot over my balls and dick and then pulled tightly making me wince. "This is your new leash and my assurance that you will keep up with me," She said as she exited the room with my leash in tow. When the slack in my leash went taut I knew I had to quickly move to release the pressure from my balls. I soon discovered that walking quickly was difficult with my feet hobbled the way they were. As I struggled to keep pace I could hear Mistress Kara laughing to herself. We walked down several corridors before entering a large room that appeared to be a large dungeon. As I looked around I saw numerous devices of torture such as a few wooden stocks, a rack, several different sized cages and numerous whipping posts. The dungeon seemed to be in use when we entered. There was one poor slob who was securely fastened to the stocks while his Mistress made him count the lashes he was receiving. When we passed him he was on number 42. Another man was confined in what looked like a large birdcage that was suspended a few feet off the floor. There was barely enough room for him to stand up straight and when he tried to move the cage swayed with him. I was led over to the rack where Mistress quickly undid my wrist and ankle cuffs and ordered me to lie on the rack where she quickly attached my ankles and wrists to the leather straps. She then turned the wheels of the rack a couple of times pulling my body taut. I was then blindfolded. "You are now mine, and there is no escape," she said. "You are now completely helpless and under my complete control. Is this what you wanted?" I was still getting accustomed to all that was happening when I felt a very sharp sting against my inner thigh. I screamed in pain. "I asked you a question, you pathetic worm, and I expect an answer. Is this what you wanted?" She said as she sliced at my other thigh. Although I wasn't as sure as I had been 30 minutes ago I responded, "Yes Mistress Kara." "Then beg your Mistress to control and dominate you." "Will you please dominate me Mistress Kara?" I hesitantly said. With that said I felt my left nipple explode with a searing pain. "Do you like the nipple clamps?" She inquired. "No." I honestly said. "I admire your honesty," She said "but that is of little concern to me. Now beg me for the other one." "Please Mistress Kara may I have the other one." And no sooner had I finished was my right nipple on fire. As I laid there in complete helplessness I was amazed that a woman who was a foot shorter and a 100 pounds lighter than me could have me so much at her mercy. The only thing that prevented her from controlling me completely was the safeword that I could always fall back upon. I also began to have a growing feeling that maybe I had made a mistake. I was intellectually curious about what it felt like to be controlled, but deep in my heart I knew that I was a controller and not meant to be the controllee. But at least this experience, although not monetarily or physically without cost, could help me better understand how to control and what the person/student I control must feel. I had never had my students endure bondage before but there was no reason why I shouldn't expand my interests. So I decided to endure the next 90 minutes the best I could. After enduring another 30 minutes on the rack I was moved to the stocks where my head and arms were quickly and effectively immobilized. Mistress Kara also attached leather cuffs to each of my ankles and secured each ankle to a bolt on the floor forcing me to spread my feet about 3 feet apart. In this position I felt extremely vulnerable. My genitals, with the leash still attached, hung helplessly and fully exposed. Mistress Kara then put plugs into each of my ears. I could still hear her and others around me but now everything was muffled and voices were distorted. "Slave I am now going to administer your first whipping. After each hit I want you to count and thank me. Is that understood?" Although her voice now seemed distant and different I quickly replied, "Yes Mistress Kara." *Whack* The whip hit my fully exposed ass with such a force that it took my breath away. *Whack* The whip hit again with greater force. "Slave, you are supposed to be counting." *Whack* "One. Thank you Mistress Kara." *Whack* "Two. Thank you Mistress Kara." This went on until we reached 20 and Mistress took a break. I do not know if she stopped for her sake or mine, regardless I was enjoying the temporary reprieve. A moment later I thought I heard Mistress Kara talking in the distance to another woman who apparently was also a Dominatrix. It was hard to completely make out what they were saying. "Who is you new slave, Kara." I heard a woman softly say. "Hell, I don't know. I think Kathy told me his name was John something. As far as I am concerned he's just another miserable little slave," Mistress Kara replied. "How long is he here for?" The mysterious woman asked. "I think he signed up for two hours. He has about an hour left. The first hour was his warm-up, but now we are getting serious," Mistress Kara said. As I heard her say that I seriously considered cutting my losses and invoking my safeword. "What was his reason for coming in?" The other lady asked. "Why all the concern about an insignificant worm?" Mistress Kara asked. "Just humor me, will you Kara? What did he tell Kathy were his reasons for being here?" "She said he mentioned something about always being the one who has controlled people in the past and he wanted to experience what life on the other side was like. She said he was somewhat reluctant and hesitant about signing the forms but he finally did. I have worked with lots of little worms in my life and I can tell you that this guy won't be back. I think he is quickly realizing that this isn't his cup of tea. I am somewhat surprised he hasn't used his safeword yet. He's either too cheap and doesn't want to waste money or he's too macho. I couldn't care less. I expect after our next whipping session he'll be saying 'rumpelstielskin' in no time at all." Mistress Kara said with complete confidence. I was surprised that she seemed able to read my mind so easily. I was more and more certain that she was right. This would be last trip to this dungeon. The next dungeon I entered would be as the Master and not the slave. "Kara, could you do me a big favor? Could I have your slave for the next hour? You can keep all the money," The strange lady asked. "That's fine with me. He was beginning to bore me anyhow. Knock yourself dead honey. He has one hour left." Mistress Kara said with her voice trailing off as she obviously left the room. "Hello slave. I am your new Mistress," The woman who had been talking to Mistress Kara said as she whispered in my ear. "So you are used to controlling others and you want to experience what it is like to be controlled? I will teach you just that. And I assure you that I am a very thorough teacher." It was hard to tell from the muffled voice what this new Mistress was like. I thought that she was probably younger that Mistress Kara but with the blindfold and earplugs it was hard to tell. *Whack* The sting on my ass was much worse than before. I screamed in agony. *Whack* "Why aren't you counting little man?" My new Mistress asked above my cries of pain. "One, thank you Mistress," was all I could rationally think to say. "I am sure you have noticed that I have notched things up a step. I am using a riding crop instead of the whip. Do you like it slave?" "No" was all I could manage before I heard and felt simultaneously. *Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack* "Owwwwww. Owwwwww. Ahhhhhhhh. Pleeeease stop. AHHHHHHHH!" I was beside myself in pain. I had lost count of how many blows I had received. The machine gun pace was more than I could endure. I was crying out in pain. In my agony I was scrambling through my mind searching for a way to make this stop. I tested the strength of the stocks with all my might but it was too solid and didn't budge an inch. I then vaguely recalled the safeword and was ready to shout it in the midst of all my screams of agony but before I could I felt something being shoved deep within my mouth. My screams were muffled to the outside world although they still resounded loudly within my own head. "MMMPPHHH, MMMPPHHH," I tried to say "rumplestielskin" but all that came out were muffled, unintelligible sounds. "What's wrong slave, does the cat have your tongue?" I heard my new Mistress say over my own muffled cries of pain. "MMMPPHHH, MMMPPHHH," was all that came out no matter how hard I tried. *Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack* It all began again and I was powerless to stop it. I writhed the best I could to avoid the punishing crop but I was too well secured. I tried screaming the safeword over and over but nothing came out. "Slave when I ask you a question I expect an answer. Didn't Mistress Kara teach you that lesson? Let's try again. What's wrong slave, does the cat have your tongue?" How could I do the impossible? I tried to answer but nothing came out besides muffled cries for mercy. *Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack* "Slave are you refusing to answer my question? Need I remind you of the contract you signed? It clearly states, 'While under her control she can use whatever means necessary to make me comply with her demands.' Are you refusing to answer my question?" *Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack* The blows kept coming and now I was crying and sobbing into my gag uncontrollably. I was trying with all my might to say 'no' and I was able to say through the side of my gag what she must have perceived as the word "no". "That's better slave. All I wanted was a simple 'yes' or 'no'. Now that I have your undivided attention, I do have it do I not?" "Yuuss." was all I could manage through my gag. "I'll take that as a 'yes' although we are going to have to work on your diction. You appear to be in a fair amount of pain, but not nearly as much as you will be in, in a few moments if you do not stop this. Quoting the contract you signed it says, 'If, for whatever reason, I should decide to end the session I must speak my 'safeword' at which time She will set me free and the session will be over with no refund given for the time remaining.' If you wish to invoke this clause of the contract do so now. Otherwise I will continue your training. According to my watch we still have 50 minutes left. Do you wish to use your safeword?" "Yuss" I mumbled. "I am waiting slave. This is your last chance. Either use it or don't, what will it be?" "Ummmmmmbbblsssssskkkinnn" I said with drool rushing down the corners of my mouth. "I am glad that you decided not to use your safeword. So let us continue," She said with a smirk in her voice. *Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack* I was delirious with pain. The last blows compared to these were love taps. "AHHHHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" was all I could manage through the gag. But even if I could have uttered intelligible words how do you put into words the indescribable. The pain I was feeling was beyond descriptive speech. "I see slave that you do not particularly enjoy the cane. Don't worry you'll have lots of time to get used to it. We still have 49 minutes left." How was it possible that only 1 minute had passed when to me it seemed like an eternity? *Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack* "AHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWWWWW!!" The pain was more than I could endure. I was praying that I would at least pass out but no such reprieve was granted me. During my screaming I felt the Mistress remove my earplugs and now I could hear with much better clarity. "I will remove your blindfold slave so that you may see the face of your new Goddess and Tormentor." As she spoke these I couldn't quite place the voice. "Behold, your new Teacher." she said as she removed my blindfold. I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing before me was Stacey, Ms. Sharp. She, too, was dressed in the same leather outfit that Mistress Kara had worn. "Hello. Mr. Parker. Or can I call you John? You don't mind do you? I asked you a question John, and if I were you I would answer your new Teacher or else." Stacey said with an heir of complete assurance. "Naaaawwww" was all I could say as I continued to drool into the gag. "Thanks, John I didn't think you would care. I was surprised to see you here. I about fell over when I walked through the dungeon before and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mistress Kara working on someone who reminded me of you. When I came closer and found out it was really you I considered it fate and just had to ask Mistress Kara if I could take over your training. After our last encounter I was hoping that I would never see you again, but you know what I was wrong. I am very, very glad that our paths have crossed again. Who would have ever thought that at our next encounter our roles would change? Isn't it somewhat ironic that I am the Teacher and you are the student? I bet you are surprised that I even know what the word 'ironic' means. You may be surprised at just how good of a teacher I can be. John we only have 40 minutes left, but I am not sure that will be enough time for me to teach you everything I know and everything you need to learn. I would like you to re-enlist so to speak and extend your stay with us." "MMMPPHHHH, MMMPPHHHH," I tried in vain to shout that's not fair but nothing came out. "John, Mistress Kathy, the lady you met at the front desk and who owns this place, is a real stickler on following contracts and rules. She would never allow me to keep you under my control unless you freely chose to extend your visit. I spoke with her once I realized it was really you and told her about our past history and the way you have treated past students, and she wrote up a new contract for you to sign if you wish. She wanted me to stress to you that you do not have to sign the contract if you do not want to. The contract reads as follows: I, John Parker, hereby, freely, of my own accord, and without reservation give myself to Mistress Stacey for as long as She desires. I realize that I will be under Her complete control and that She has permission to use whatever force is necessary for me to comply with Her every command and desire. I abrogate any individual rights I have and give Her sole control over my person and any property or possessions I own. I further relinquish the right to to invoke or use a safeword. I acknowledge and recognize that from this moment forward I will be the property of Mistress Stacey to do with as She sees fit. She is my Master, Goddess, and Teacher while I am Her student and slave. John I hope this new contract is to your liking. I think it pretty much covers all the bases. To put it bluntly, when you sign this contract your ass belongs to me. I know what you are thinking. I know you are wondering that if Mistress Kathy is such a stickler for rules and contracts then why can't you invoke your safeword now. The contract you originally signed simply said that you must say the safeword in order to end the session. It didn't say we had to give you the opportunity to speak. And I know you are probably hung up on the word 'freely' in the new contract. Well it seems to me that you once told my friend Michelle that she had a choice. She could either choose to suck your cock or go to Summer School, but that she was free to choose. You have the same choice John. You can either sign this new contract or endure the cane for the next 35 minutes. You, too, have a choice. Listen very carefully to me John. Oh, how I so much prefer that to 'sir' or 'Mr. Parker'. I am going to hit you with the cane for two minutes at a time. At the end of two minutes I will hold the contract up to your right hand and give you a pen so you may sign it. If you sign it then the caning is over for today. If you do not I will cane you for another 2 minutes. Keep in mind even if you really want to sign after only 10 seconds that I won't stop until the full 2 minutes is up. So I as you now do you wish to sign?" "Naawww" I was able to mumble. "I was hoping you would say that," Stacey said with a glimmer of joy on her face. *Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack...* "AHHHHHHH!! OWWWWWWWW!! OWWWWWWWWWW!! MMMMMPHHH" The agony was beyond anything that I thought imaginable. Those two minutes were the longest of my life. "I see you survived your first two minutes. Would you like to sign now? We still have time for at least another 10 rounds," Stacey said with delight. Through my tears and pain I saw Stacey standing before me with a pen and paper and before I could completely realize what was happening she was announcing the second set. "John here comes round two," She announced. "Yuuss, Yuuss." I quickly mumbled. "John I am afraid you are a little late. Just hold onto that thought and I'll ask you again in two minutes - Crack!" The blows came and came and in between my sobbing and cries of pain I whimpered over and over "Yuuss, Yuuss." "John are you ready to sign the new contract?" I heard Stacey say. "Yuuss, Yuuss, Yuuss." I repeated as quickly and with as much force as I could muster. "What is that you are saying John? I can't quite make it out. If you mean 'yes' then wag your cock just like a dog would wag its tail." I shook and gyrated my hips the best I could in my restraints. I frantically tried to get my cock to twitch back and forth. "I don't know. That doesn't look too convincing to me. I think we should start round three." She picked up the cane and started to walk behind me. "Yuuss, Yuuss, Yuuss," I mumbled as I shook my dick with all the might I had. I could feel and hear my dick slapping hard against my stomach. "My, my John I think you had a change of heart. Are you ready to sign the new contract?" "Yuuss, Yuuss." I said as I continued to swing my dick back and forth. "Okay, big boy you can calm down. I get the point that you want to be my slave, pet, property and student. Now before you sign I want to make sure you understand what you are about to do. First, do you understand that you do not have to do this? Do you understand that you are free to hold out for another 25 minutes?" "Yuuss, Yuuss." I just wanted the beating to end. "Do you understand that you will be my personal property and that you have no rights whatsoever?" "Yuuss, Yuuss." "Do you realize that I will be able to do anything I want to you and that you will have no say in the matter?" "Yuuss, Yuuss." "Do you realize that this contract will be in force until I decide to release you from it?" "Yuuss, Yuuss." "John if you understand all these things and still want to sign the contract here is a pen," she said placing a pen in my right hand and holding the contract underneath it. I quickly signed my name on the dotted line. "Good boy, slave. Now just wait here while I give this to Mistress Kathy so she can put it in the safe. I am so glad that you now belong to me. We will have so much fun together. You were able to be my teacher and now I can return the favor." With that Stacey left and didn't return for about 15 minutes. I was grateful for the time she was away to recover. "I am now going to remove your gag, but before I do I want you to perfectly clear about something. To you I am no longer Stacey, I am now your Master and I expect to be treated like that. You will always address me as Mistress Stacey unless instructed to do otherwise. I will refer to you as Cindy. John no longer exists, only Cindy. You will only speak when spoken to. You will follow my every command without hesitation. Failure to follow any of these rules will result in severe punishment. When I remove your gag I am going to put my ass in your face and I want you to worship it. You will lick it, rim it and clean it with your tongue until I say stop. If you understand all this then nod your head in agreement." I nodded my head in disbelief at what I was being made to do. I realized though that at this point resistance was futile. Mistress Stacey removed the gag, undid the leather strap around her crotch and backed her ass up to my face spreading her cheeks apart with her hands. As I saw her puckered asshole near my mouth I almost gagged but fought back the urge. When her asshole touched my lips I did as instructed and began to kiss and caress her anus with my tongue. I rimmed the outside and darted my tongue in and out as far as I could. My mouth was already sore from the gag but I dared not stop before being told. I licked, rimmed and cleaned for what seemed like ages. Mistress Stacey finally took her hands away and pulled forward. "Well done, Cindy. You aren't bad for a beginner. But don't worry, I am going to be a very good teacher. I won't settle for 'not bad', I won't quit until you are 'excellent' at all the new skills I plan on teaching you. Now that my ass is sufficiently clean we need to work on your appearance. You definitely don't look like any Cindy I have ever seen. We have a wide assortment of clothes here at the dungeon but those are really meant to say here. I suppose I will have to go out and buy you some new outfits. I noticed you had $250 cash in your wallet when you came in, that will be a good start. I won't be able to cash a check from you until tomorrow so this money will have to do. While I am gone just stay here and rest and think about what your new life with me as your Master is going to be like." With that Mistress Stacey smacked my ass with her hand as she left. As I stood there hunched over in the stocks with my feet still firmly secured to the sides I couldn't help but wonder why I came here in the first place. I should have uttered that damn safeword while I was still with Mistress Kara and then none of this would have happened. There were no clocks in the dungeon, at least none that I could see. I also noticed for the first time that the other men who were here when I first arrived were now gone. I appeared to be here all alone. Mistress Stacey returned what felt like an hour later. "Cindy I am back with some new clothes for you. Aren't you curious to see what I got you?" Mistress Stacey said with a lilt in her voice. *Crack, Crack, Crack* "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Pleeeeease Stop Mistress!!" "Cindy you are a slow learner, but that's okay for we got all the time in the world. I asked you a question and you didn't answer and that is why you were hit 3 times. I will ask that once more and next time your punishment will double. Aren't you curious to see what I got you?" "Yes Mistress Stacey, I am." I said very quickly. "I am glad you are interested. Cindy every girl should have a pair of black panties. Aren't these adorable?" She said as she held before my eyes the panties. "Yes Mistress Stacey, they are." "To go with those panties I got you a black garter belt and matching stockings." She held these before my eyes as well. "And of course I got you a lacy black bra so you would be coordinated. Aren't they beautiful?" "Yes Mistress Stacey, they are beautiful." "Cindy I am now going to free your legs so I may put these on you. I realize that when I do so you will feel a momentary sense of freedom but realize that it is an illusion. You could, if you so desired, try to flail around and kick me, but let me assure you that that fleeting victory will come at a price that you cannot yet comprehend. Do I make myself perfectly clear young lady?" "Yes Mistress Stacey, I understand completely." Mistress Stacey undid the hooks keeping my feet apart and removed the leather cuffs around my ankles. She then slid on my panties, secured the garter belt around my waist and meticulously put on my stockings securing them to the garter belt. After these were in place she reattached the leather ankle restraints and fastened my feet apart. "Cindy, you are starting to look like the girl you are. There is nothing quite like a black garter belt, stockings and panties to bring out the best in a woman. I am now going to put on your bra. Again the same thing applies about you trying to be a tough guy. The stocks are built in such a way that I can release one hand at a time. I am going to put the bra first through your right arm and then the left. You may think that you can overpower me with one hand but you can't. And if you do push me away your feet, other hand and head will be trapped for a very, very long time. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Mistress Stacey, you are very clear." I contemplated a possible escape but with my hands being able to be released independently I didn't stand a chance. Mistress Stacey did as she said and in no time at all I was sporting a black bra with gel inserts underneath giving me the appearance of having boobs. When my hands were once gain secured Mistress Stacey just stood back and admired her handiwork. "Cindy, I know I used the word before but don't you think that it is just a little ironic that on the very day that all those students whom you flunked began Summer School that you too would be beginning your Summer School?" "Yes Mistress Stacey, it is very ironic," I said as we both agreed on something for the first time today." "And I know Cindy that you had planned on traveling across the United States this summer alone, so I don't think anyone will miss you as you spend your time with me at your Summer School. I asked Mistress Kathy if you could stay here for the summer and she graciously agreed to let you rent a cage in one of our smaller dungeons off the main corridor. She said that rent will only be $100 a day and that that would include room and board. I think she is being quite generous, don't you think?" "Why are you making me do this?" I blurted out. "Why Cindy, I am not making you do anything. I recall that I gave you a choice. You did not have to sign the new contract. You were free not to. But you freely chose to. So you see Cindy, I did not do this to you; you did it to yourself. And for the beating you are about to get for speaking out of turn that also you brought upon yourself. I did not make you blurt out such a silly question. You freely, though stupidly, chose to do that on your own and now you must face the consequences. I believe that 5 swats on your balls should suffice." Cindy said with an heir of authority. "Please have mercy Mistress Stacey, I am so sorry for speaking out of turn. Please don't hit my balls." I pleaded. "You obviously aren't too sorry for you just did it again. I think I shall double your punishment and give you 10 swats on your balls. I know that the teacher I had in high school would have never let me get away with such insubordination and if I want to be as good of a teacher as he was then I must keep the same high standards of discipline. Don't you agree, Cindy?" "Yes Mistress Stacey," I was forced to say if I didn't want to feel 2o swats on my balls. Mistress Stacey walked behind me and tugged on the leash that was still attached to my balls and passed it through an eye hook at the base of the stocks and pulled on the leash until I thought my balls were going to be ripped off. She then secured the leash leaving my balls helplessly dangling for the blows that were immanent. I tried to reposition to take the pressure off of my balls but I could move little more than an inch or so. "Cindy, as before I would like you to count these for me, and of course thank me for each one. This will be your first assignment at Summer School, and remember it will be graded. So let us begin." *Smack* As the sting of the whip hit my taut and fully exposed balls I tried to jump from the pain but that only made my balls ache more. I had never felt a sensation quite like this. *Smack* The second one found its mark and I immediately said, "Two. Thank you Mistress." "Cindy, what are you saying? I thought you were more educated than that. When you count you don't begin with 'two' but 'one'. I hope you didn't count that other one for I did not hear you count nor was there a proper thank you. Don't you think we should just start over?" Yes Mistress Stacey," I was forced to say. She was true to her word and smacked my balls 10 times. When she finished the last one she announced to me that I had received an "F" and that she expects to see improvement in the near future. "Cindy it is getting late and I think it is time that I put you to bed. The procedure will be quite simple. I am going to put a metal band around your waist and lock it into place. On the back of this band is an attached pair of handcuffs. Like before I am going to remove one hand at a time. I will begin with your right and secure it to the cuff on the band. Then I will remove the left and do the same. Your head will stay in the stocks until moth your hands are secured. I will also keep your feet and balls as they are. If you resist in any way I will keep you confined in the stocks. You may have one hand free, but that won't stop me from whipping you silly. Do you understand this?" "Yes Mistress Stacey," I said and I realized that she was very good at what she did. Mistress Stacey did exactly as she said and in no time at all I was being led down the corridors in the same manner Mistress Kara had led me before. I was hobbling to try to keep up with my former student who was now my teacher. We came to the end of the corridor upon which she opened a small wooden door that led into a room that was no bigger than 12' x 12'. In the corner of this sparse room was a well-constructed cage made out of a heavy gauged metal. It was about five feet long, four feet wide, and four feet tall. On top of the cage was a plaque that read "Cindy". "Crawl inside your new home for the summer," Mistress Stacey ordered. I got down on my knees and awkwardly crawled past the open gate into the cage. Mistress Stacey quickly slammed the door shut behind me and I heard the click of the lock. She then ordered me to lie flat on my belly. She then reached in and undid the handcuffs allowing my hands freedom. "I hope this teaches you Cindy that good behavior will be rewarded, and that bad behavior will be punished." She then went over to a small table in the corner and brought over a plate that had food upon it along with a cup filled with water. "Cindy this is your dinner, enjoy. Next to the outside of your cage are a bucket and a small cup. When you need to pee do so in the small cup and then empty it into the bucket. If I were you I would try to keep your new home clean. As far as your clothes are concerned I brought another outfit for you to change into. Here is a pair of pink panties, pink bra and matching nightie. When you change into these make sure that you carefully remove the clothes you are now wearing. I expect you to finish your dinner and change into your new clothes in 30 minutes. At that time the lights will go out and you will be in the dark until I wake you in the morning. And I better not catch you playing with that clit of yours. You do not have permission to cum. Sleep tight, Cindy. You have a long day at school tomorrow." As Mistress Stacey left I could not believe the change of events that had occurred in my life. I quickly devoured my food, drank my water, pissed and changed into my sleeping attire not wishing to test my new teachers wrath. During the night I had to fumble for that little piss cup twice. She wasn't kidding about it being small. It only held a few ounces. Each time I had to piss I had to pee into the cup and feel with my hands when my urine near the edge and then I had to hold my pee until I emptied it into the bucket and brought it back for round two. It took 5 or 6 cups to empty my bladder each time. I did not sleep very much at all, but I must have at least dozed off for I was startled when the door flung open and I saw the silhouette of Mistress Stacey against the bright light that pierced my eyes. "Good morning Cindy, I hope you slept well. I had the best night's sleep I ever had knowing that you were down here awaiting my return. Cindy, I have always enjoyed my work here, but I must admit that when I came to work this morning I had an adrenaline rush like no other. I even came in an hour early just so I could spend more quality time with you. I think it is important for the teacher and student to bond if the learning process is going to work effectively. Don't you agree, Cindy?" "Yes Mistress Stacey," I spoke without hesitation. "Before I give you your breakfast I would like to begin a special little project Mistress Kathy has given me permission to do. We have never had a situation like yours before here. You are the first slave who has ever freely signed away all their rights and has literally become the property of a Mistress. So I am going to document your training and transformation into slut you will become. So when I set up this camera I am going to describe your situation and then I will instruct you what to do and say. And God help you if you make me look bad on this video. I will not have my student reflect badly upon her teacher. Is this clear?" "Yes Mistress Stacey." Mistress Stacey proceeded to turn on the overhead lights and brought a video camera connected to a tripod into the small room. She spent a fair amount of time making sure the lighting and positioning were to Her liking. She then turned the camera on and stood before it in front of my cage. "I am Mistress Stacey. Here we have slut Cindy. Today is the first full day of her training. She is my property to do with as I please. Cindy use to be my high school teacher but that was in her past life. All that changed yesterday when she arrived at our dungeon. Cindy please tell us who you are, what you are wearing and describe why you are here and how you freely chose this new lowly state. Be sure to include what you did to me as a teacher. You may begin." "My name is J... Cindy," I almost slipped and said John but thank God I caught myself. "I am wearing a pink bra and pink-laced panties under my pink nightie. I used to be Mistress Stacey's teacher, but now I am Her student. As her teacher I made Her perform sexual acts in order to pass my class. I also used Her friend Michelle in the same way. I freely signed a contract yesterday that relinquished all my rights as a person and gave Mistress Stacey complete and absolute control over me. She is now training me to be a little slut." Mistress Stacey had walked behind the camera while I was talking and I saw her zoom in and out several times making sure no part of my outfit or humiliation was left out. She then turned off the camera. "Good job, Cindy. I think you have just earned your breakfast." As before she brought over a plate of food and a glass of water. "You have 30 minutes to finish your breakfast, change back into the clothes you were wearing yesterday, and reapply the handcuffs behind your back. Your time starts now," She said as she handed me the food and the handcuffs. I quickly devoured my food, removed my pink clothes and put on the outfit She had put on me yesterday. When that was finished I put my hands behind my back and locked the cuffs in place. Mistress Stacey returned moments later. She turned the camera back on and opened the door to my cage motioning for me to crawl forward. "Stand up Cindy and face the camera. I have another addition to your wardrobe. I have gotten you a pair of black 4" stiletto heels. If you are to become a proper slut then you must learn to walk the part." Mistress Stacey ordered me to lift my left foot as she put that shoe and strapped it in place around my ankle. She then did the same with the right foot. She then asked another Mistress to please record us as we proceeded back to the main dungeon. Mistress Stacey then took my leash in her hands and began walking at her normal pace down the corridors. My feet were still cuffed together from the night before and walking was infinitely more difficult in such high heels. I hobbled as fast as I could actually stumbling against the walls a few times trying to keep my balance. Mistress Stacey was either oblivious to my plight, or more likely didn't care, for her pace stayed the same. When we arrived at the main dungeon I was immediately placed back into the stocks I occupied for so long yesterday. "Cindy, it is now precisely 8:00 a.m. the same time that the kids from the high school are expected to arrive at their Summer School classes. But there is a big difference between their schooling and yours, they get out at noon, you, however, are with me the entire day. It is good for teachers to often repeat lessons so that the student doesn't forget what she has learned. We will begin today with you once again licking, rimming and cleaning my asshole. Thank me for this opportunity and please feel free to compliment me on how beautiful it is. You may begin." Mistress Stacey, as before, spread her cheeks with her hands and backed her ass up against my face. I once again began licking and kissing her ass. "Mistress Stacey your ass is beautiful! It is the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Thank you for giving me the privilege to lick such a gorgeous asshole." I continued to lick and praise for the next 10 or 15 minutes. When she was satisfied she pulled away and once again stood before me. "Last night I took the liberty of going to your house, or should I say my house, since I own you and everything you used to own, and I found among other things your checkbook. Your balance is quite impressive for a schoolteacher. How does a schoolteacher have $10,000 in her checking account and over $450,000 in stocks, bonds and CD's? This is not a rhetorical question, Cindy, I would like an answer." "I don't know, Mistress Stacey. I suppose I have just been frugal over the years." *Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack* "AHHHHHHH, OWWWWWWWW," was all I could say as my ass was once again lit up from her riding crop. "Not the right answer, Cindy. I believe you can do better than that. I can't believe a smart and highly educated woman like you can't come up with a more informed answer." "Mistress Cindy, I am telling you the truth." *Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack* The second round of blows was even more vicious than the first. I screamed and writhed in pain, but no matter how much I tried to move or begged for mercy the blows still found their intended target. "Cindy, I am growing impatient. I hope you have learned from yesterday that I am nothing if not persistent and I am a Woman of my word. I will, make no mistake about it, beat your ass until you tell me the truth. Let's not forget why you are here. As a man you for all intents and purposes raped me. As a woman yourself now you will come to understand how devastating that experience is, but until you do grasp the full ramifications of such an act let me warn you that I am still pissed off. I am living every woman's dream that has ever been raped. I have my attacker right where I want him, and even if the world knew you were here who would feel sorry for you? Maybe I am doing you a favor. I imagine that life with me may even be better than what you would face in prison. Enough of this idle chatter. You must learn another lesson before we go any further. I will give you a small taste of what you put me through." With that said Mistress Stacey stuffed my mouth with a very large penis gag and strapped it tightly around the back of my head. She secured my cock leash to the base of the stock and then she turned a crank connected to the stock that actually lowered it. She lowered it about 10 inches so I was forced to squat down. I couldn't stand erect and I was too far from the ground to kneel. She again tightened the leash and I could hardly move an inch. She walked around to face me and showed me a very large dildo. "Cindy, I am going to strap this on and then I am going to fuck you up your ass. I am going to give you a taste of what you gave me. You look like you have a virgin ass. Well don't worry about that, I will break it in no time. If you don't want me to fuck your brains out then just tell me where that money came from." "MMMPPHHH, Nohh," was all I could get out. I would have gladly spilled everything I knew but now I was rendered mute. "So you still don't want to tell me? You are a hard ass, Cindy. It is now 8:15 and I am going to fuck you for 15 minutes at which time if you still haven't told me then I am going to cane your ass ten times. I will repeat this process until you decide to cooperate." Mistress Stacey moved behind me and I felt her hands pulling my cheeks apart. I tried to stop Her invasion but I might as well have tried to stop the surf from crashing onto the shore. She quickly found her mark and with viciousness thrust Her "cock" deep within me. I shuddered in pain and my hold body convulsed at once, but She acted as though I wasn't even there. She continued to ram Her cock in and out of my ass until I thought I was going to be torn asunder. At 8:30 she was true to Her word and came around to face me. "Cindy, how did that money get there?" It was strange seeing Mistress Stacey standing in front of me sporting a very large cock. Her hands were on her hips and her abundant breasts were jutting forward. I tried to reply but my speech remained a garbled mess. "So you still aren't cooperating. I can keep this up all day. I hope you can. You will learn that cooperating and speaking the truth will serve you best in the long run." Mistress Stacey caned my ass the 10 times She had promised and then repeated the whole cycle of fucking and caning over and over and over and over. At 9:30 she finally came around and removed my gag. "Cindy, this will be your last chance until noon. If you have anything to say to me I would say it now, otherwise, I am going to put this back in and not take it out again for 2 1/2 hours. You may speak." "Mistress Stacey," I said as I tried to get my jaws working, "I received that money through blackmail. With you and Michelle I gave you a passing grade in exchange for sexual favors. With the guys over the years I asked for money instead in order to pass my classes." "How many guys were there?" "Mistress Stacey I don't remember." "Would you like to make an educated guess?" She said as she began to bring the penis gag close to my mouth. "Mistress Stacey I honestly don't know. It must have been close to 100 over the years. I charged them $1500 each. And over the years I invested that money and it grew." "And how many girls have you used besides myself and Michelle?" I really did not want to answer that question for I knew that the answer would only enrage Her so I quickly ran through my mind possible options. I thought to myself do I lie and hope she never finds out or do I say the truth? "HOW MANY?" Mistress Stacey said with fire in Her eyes and rage in Her voice. "About 50," I blurted out without thinking. "50!! Are you telling me that you subjected 48 other girls to the same cruel and humiliating acts you subjected myself and Michelle to?" "Yes, Mistress Stacey," I stammered. "Cindy I have been recording all of this and I probably have enough to put you into jail for a very, very long time. But right now prison should be the least of your concerns. I know I said before that being here might be easier than being in prison, but I lied. When I get finished with you, you will be begging a judge to throw your worthless, slut ass into prison." Mistress Stacey quickly shoved the gag back into my mouth and tied it tighter than before. She picked up her cane and walked behind me. "Cindy you are now going to receive one hit for each girl you fucked with. And let me assure you that this is only a very small down payment on what you owe myself and those ladies, but I am sure you won't consider it so small a price." Mistress Stacey lit into me like never before. After the 3rd one I was crying and after the 10th I was in excruciating pain. I am not even sure the last few registered. I was nearly unconscious from the pain. I vaguely remember being released from the stocks and led back to my cage. I awoke some time later with my hands still secured behind my back, my ankles were still bound together and the penis gag still securely in place. In the darkness of my cell it was hard to measure the passing of time. About an hour after awaking the door to my room opened and I saw the now familiar silhouette of Mistress Stacey standing in the doorway. "Good afternoon, Cindy. You slept for quite a while. It is now nearly 5:00 p.m. I hope you enjoyed your rest and reprieve. I have brought you your dinner and something to drink. I am going to remove your gag, the ankle restraints and your handcuffs so you may eat. I have also brought you a new outfit to wear. I am sure you will love this one. You have 30 minutes to finish your dinner and change into your new clothes. When I return I expect you changed and I want you to put the gag in reapply the ankle restraints and put the handcuffs on yourself. If you understand nod your head in agreement." I nodded my head and Mistress Stacey removed my gag and undid the cuffs. When she left I rubbed my jaws and wrists. I quickly ate my dinner and drank the water she brought. I removed the lingerie I had been wearing and took my new clothes out of the bag. Mistress Stacey had brought me a girl's unifor